I'm Gettin Old Yall

I know I'm gettin old. Rap music is starting to suck. If I do listen to the radio, its talk radio. I notice how disrespectful and misguided the youth is. I be up in the the club and I think to myself: "Damn, these bitches is old. Damn, these bitches is my age!" I can't put beers away the way I used to. If I drink 3 beers now, I'm takin a nap. Everything gives me gas. EVERYTHING. Brushing my teeth gives me the winds (gas). I don't even rock the mean lean when I'm driving these days. My gas mileage went way up beacause I drive super slow now. Shorty wants to bang all night long. All night long? I ain't 20 no more. I can guarantee one great episode but a repeat performance is out of the question. So when I'm lookin for my shoes and socks please don't rub on my balls trying to get an encore because the only thing I wanna do is go home, make a sandwich and catch some z's. I took Viagra one time. You know how the commercial says if you have an erection that lasts more than 6 hours see a doctor? Mine lasted more than 6 hours and I didn't call a doctor I called more bithces and had a heart attack. So ladies, I ain't selfish, I'm just worried bout my health. As soon as I get gray pubes I'm gettin a pipe, a smoking jacket and a handicapped tag for the car.

I'll call you back...

You ever have to tell a girl that cuz you don't want to talk to her no more? It's the easiest way to get off of the phone. "I'll call you back.....'click'". Now you can go make that sandwich or finish playing that game or rolling that blunt, or doing anything you do a lot better without talking to her. But, you know it's coming. It might not be the next day or even the next week, but that call is coming. The "why you didn't call back?" call. So we'll avoid that call to avoid the "why you didn't call me' conversation. That sucks. Recapping why i didn't call back. Well, first of all, i was done talking to you at that time and i'll call you back is the easiest way to peace out. You can't really tell her that so you avoid texts messages and calls. So you end up losing a friend. Boo-hoo. If your game is tight as pigeon pussy (like mine) you'll be albe to call her in a few months and tell her some bullshit ass story. "I got robbed, and all they stlole was my phone." "I 've been calling you and i kept getting a busy signal, must've been the network." "You know I do volunteer work in Guatamala right?"It may take a few months but you ain't gotta really explain yourself.

You Know They Gonna Hate This

"Turn Up The AC"

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Fetus aborting. Cocaine snorting. HIV world touring. Presidential dick sucks. Hospital baby mix-ups, they raising the wrong kid. The whole nation questioned what Tavin Long did. My song slid off their tongues to a deaf ear. A shadow lead me to a grave and told me to rest here. I was so impatient to leave this world behind. These thoughts might hurt your mind. It's like you drink turpentine. I took a sip from a book and opened my eyes. Hoping I rise. Pictures say a thousand words, but words say a thousand lies; from snakes in disguise. Banned from Eden for an illegal feeding. There's freedom in our hearts, but it's mental bars that cage us. Outrageous. I steadily progress while you doubt stages. About Faces. At ease when I leave. Salute my pen. No temp agency needed to recruit my men. Chew the stem. From the tree of life or the tree of knowledge. Learn from the world or be in debt to college. I'm a hostage and everyone wants ransom money or ransom honeys or honeys with suitcases filled with Grants and 20's. I heard this from a dope fiend that holds conversations with Jesus. We all know right and wrong, but we do whichever one please us.

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Picasso

In 1949 Life magazine ph0tographer Gjon Mili introduced Picasso to light drawing.

I Wear My Heart on My Sleeve and I Need To Change My Shirt. 2001

For you my desire is hotter than fire. I can undress you with my eyes no matter your attire. You're a live wire creating sparks like I conduct electricity. You ain't gotta do much because your time is what you give to me. Not negativity. We be fusing like relativity. E=eternity. Me and you certainly. Close the curtains please. No sex. Let's talk and trade philosophies. Like Plato and Socrates. Incense burning, watch the smoke ride the breeze. We analyze the sky and trees. Without you, I'm like a car without keys. A winter coat with no sleeves or a dirty stray cat running around with no fleas. You and me, we puzzle pieces and I love your thesis. When we do get it on, I can't even write those scenes Miss. Too bad I dreamed this. I wake up alone hoping that you read this. A sweet kiss on my cheek to sat that's cute. Can you hear my heart my beating only you can put it on mute. I'm thinking aw shoot. Why can't I live out my dreams. Cupid keeps missing me. He needs an infra-red beam. So he can hit me up and I can get with this queen. I mean. She's angelic or the closest thing to it. A perfect 10 mind body and soul. You need to ask why I pursue it? I be listening to music to get my mind off you. But Sade' keeps reminding me cuz you me the sweetest taboo. And her other song don't help cuz i wear it like a tattoo. You're a lioness, I'm Simba. I'm just trying to catch you. You're the type of sister brothers are scared to step to. I bet you. This is going in one ear and right out the other. I'm trying to be your friend before your man and be your man before your lover. I didn't listen to mother. She said women hide behind facades. But I told her there's a difference between hoes, women and dumb broads. Cluttered with make-up and fake hair by the yard. Korean painted fake nails by the pound. The whole persona says hood rat from the top to the ground. But not you. You're like Jill Scott and Alicia Keys rolled in to one. You can see I'm not about games. I trying to roll with you hon.

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1,2 Ya Don't Stop

Hip-Hop set out in the park... I must admit, I was a B-Boy. It must have been my older brother that influenced me. I was the only one in elementary school rocking Puma sweat suits and shell-head Adidas. Welcome to my '80's.

Hip-Hop was fresh, Funky Fresh. I remember my cousin came over our house with the new Fat Boys tape. I could not believe this dude (Buff Love) was beat-boxing the National Anthem. Say Whaaaaaaat? My brother and I had to have a copy. This was way before dual tape decks, so we had to hold 2 boom-boxes about a foot away from each other, hit record and be quiet. Not me. I could not stop laughing. I don't even know what I was laughing at, but we had the Fat Boys dubbed, so now.

Hip-Hop was fun. It gave us a voice. So many youngings weren't around to witness the birth of the sub-culture they embrace.

Back then it was about rocking a party. Doing hand spins. Graffiti in your note book. Trying to scratch your parents records. Nobody was "gangsta." Back then you had to be nice to get put on. Oh yeah, you had to dance a little. Big Daddy Kane danced and had 2 back-up dancers, Scoop & Scrap Lover. My brother and I used to record Yo! MTV Raps and practice dance moves. We stole a lot of moves from Kid & Play.

I can't really speak of the the west coast Hip-Hop scene, but it seems like it was Cool G Raps was that guy that started telling them street tales. Now everybody and their mother is hood and over flowing with swag. Everybody can rap now. Everybody has guns. Art always imitated life, now life is imitating art. It's like folks are letting entertainers build the blueprint for their lives.

Let's bring real Hip-Hop back. Our nation is in a recession and there's so-called MC's spitting of blowing 100g's like folks ain't out here starving. Bragging and boasting? It's like they shitting on their fans. "Buy my shit so I can get another chain and rap about it my nigg."

The Archetype

Quincy Jones

79 Grammy Nominations. 27 Grammys.

Conductor of The Soul Bossa Nova.

Producer of Thriller.

The 1st and only African-American producer nominated for best picture.

Countless movie and tv show scores.

Over 60 years of creativity.

HIStory is OURstory.

Michael Joseph Jackson 1958-2009

Michael. Michael. Michael. Where do I start. My earliest memory of Mike, he was playing the Scarecrow in The Wiz. Ease on down, ease on donw the road. The Jackson 5 was a little before my time but to me they created their on genre of music. To me, the deliciously combined r&B and rock & roll with a touch of funk. I was still mad young when he dropped Off The Wall, but I remember that being on constant rotation. I can say through out my adolescence Michael was a constant. Thriller came out. Holy shit! You gotta be kidding me. Billie Jean yo?

When I was younger I really didn't think much of those lyrics, but once I started listening music, Billy Jean's been in heavy rotation for about 15 years. Dude was trying to tell you that the girl is a freak and that baby ain't his. Okay, they got down on the dancefloor, but that was it. I love that base line.

Not too many people know that the Jacksons were Jehovah's Witness. I was raised a Jehovah's Witness, so I could really relate to Mike. But then, some of the elders hear Thriller and they deemed Michael demonic. No more Mike? Say it ain't so! Yall took my X-Mas and my birthday, please give me Mike. Mike stayed.

Being a recording artist myself I can definately say MJ is the reason I make music. He made it cool to be different. To be yourself. Everything he did was global. He was a movement, a force. He didn't make music videos, he made mini movies.

I think Mike traded his humanity for the power entertain. His heart was as big as the stadiums he used to pack. He's even in the Guiness Book of World Records for being the most charitable celebrity.

To the needy, he provided aid. For the everyone else? He gave us himself and music you could live your life to.

R.I.P. Mike

There will never be showman of his caliber on this planet.

Laundry Days

My day off always becomes laundry Day. Oh, and lawn mowing. I'm like the friggin' groundskeeper Willie 'round this piece. And I better not forget to wash the Phantom, the Phantom Ford Taurus.

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